News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1887-06-30

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sOne day Ihdd fan from a horse"
Finally, to complete the picture OF her,
her beauty included in itself all kinds of
beauty, whether Ionic, Doric, or Holic,
Hellenic, or Hyperborean.
One day I had q fall from horse.
On mild autrlmnal morning 1 was
having a gallop on young colt over
the fields toward the Cephissus. At
first it was delightful, but presently my
steed became unruly. Suddenly he
seized the bit between his teeth, made q
bolt, as if to assure himself of his free
dom, and then turning, dashed head
long toward the town, and tore forming
DOM the long street of the Psiri. 4
block of stone was standing in the mid
die of the road Against this he pre-
cipitated himself in his headlong flight
and l was shot like an arrow from a bow
against q great block of marble, the
cornerstone of a house. He was not
hurt and speedily picked himself up and
rnshed down toward the bazaar, spread
ing dismay everywhere along his course,
while I lay there pale and bleeding
Ny eyes grew dim; a crowd assembled
round me; confused and unknown voices
sounded in my ears, and | lost conscious
ness.
When I awoke Irene stood at the head
| of my bed watching me. As l opened
my eyes she uttered low cry of delight.
| Then she gave me-oh SO sweet, so
loving smile such smile as I have
never seen since.
''Poor, poor Efendi, she said, as she
slowly passed Her hand over my face to
stroke away the matted hair; $50 fer
away from your MonachOn, (Munich,)
with no loved ones to take care of you"
Gam 1 not richly provided2" ans
wered. 'Is there no one here who
cares for me2"
"But We are strangers to you; we can
not speak your tongue" she replied.
''Not so, dear Irene," I answered,
you are no stranger to me. Have / not
known those dark eyes long, and can
not speak your language ? Can l not
say Sc agapo, 1 love yous"
She blushed deeply, and in order that
I should not perceive her con fusion she
stroked my forehead again with her soft
hand and laid it gently on my eyes.
Then she leaned her arm on the pillow,
laid her head in her hand, bent over
me, and said, with a dreamy, far-away
look: "When they brought you here,
Effendi, I did not think should ever
hear you speak again"
fAnd what if / had not % / asked,
conceitedly.
''Oh, do not say such things she
said, reprovingly. ''Let us rejoice that
you are alive and here with good people
who love you.
She stopped short, as if startled at her
own words, and rose from her chair. /
had not time to say any more, for at
that moment Kyria Maria entered. She
was highly delighted to find that con-
sciousness had returned, and advised
that should now endeavor to Sleep
They then made my room and bed COM
Portable for me, and placed water within
my reach; all of which Jorgi could have
done quite well, but they would not
hear of it.
At last fell into deep slumber, and
dreamed all kinds of dreams. I was
again on the back of the colt, gallOping
once / saw Irene seizing the horse by
dismOunt. Then l saw myself, pale as
death, sitting on the steed with a fixed
look of horror as he dashed along in his
wild career. At last he ran against the
block of stone in the Psiri, l was shot
bleeding by the marble cornerstone.
Then l dreamed that was lying very i'll
on my bed, and had crown of thorns
on my head, which beautiful half-van-
ishing female figure, with bare white
arms, was pressing down ever harder
and harder, so that the blood poured i'll
streams down my forehead and over my
eyes. 1 wiped my eyes again and again,
and could scarcely see the figure. At
length saw as through a thin veil two
beautiful dark eyes and heard voice
saying: 'It does not hurt, does it l
will bind your head up little tighter.
1t shall not hurt YOU"
L awoke and perceived Irene standing
by my bedside. She had put q bandage
stepped in vinegar round my head, and
was saying: "It does not hurt, does it
But l must bind it more firmly"
In this way 1 was lovingly care for,
and soon recovered.
The day of departure at last arrived. |
A bright warm January sun vas shining
into the room which had now occupied |
for more than four months on the most !
pleasant footing with my landlord.
Jorgi and [ were putting the final touches,
he packing the clothes into my trunk, I |
arranging in rows in a large box some |
half hundred of books that / thought of |
leaving behind. We had done ut nearly
the same moment. / had nailed down
the box, and rose to my feet just MS Jorgi
was silently strapping the trunk. The
last buckle was no sooner done than he,
too, rose to his feet.
eve are ready" he said doubtfully,
as he tossed his long hair back from his
boyish face.
''Then fetch the horses" 1 replied.
And he hurried off, striding down the
stairs three or four at time.
AS the house door banged behind him
/ heard n light step creeping up the
stairs. ran to the door; itopened, and
behold Irene, in all the splendor of her
gala dress-for it was Greek festival
that day-radiant in purple in silver and
gold. had found it warm in packing,
and was standing without coat or waist
coat, a Maltese straw hat on my head,
looking somewhat like British sailor
i'll summer attire. She stepped forward
and gave me her hand. Her eyes glist-
pned-and the Thought flashed throuob |